Take it or leave it , sometimes its a ‘THIS IS IT!’
In our quest to find answers
To questions plaguing our minds
We invest time , energy and efforts
Proportionate to how elusive we fathom it to be !
We expect something profound
An elaborate enlightening process
A dictum from heaven
A messiah with a ‘just for you’ message
Words of wisdom from enlightened souls
A divine voice out of nowhere
A truthsayer with a halo
A de ja vu moment !
However when the Truth confronts us
In the simplest of the ways, as it usually does
Like an inward whisper
A simple matter of fact clarification
Just things exactly the way they seem
Or the likes of these
We simply shrug it away!
And the Truth? It just passed by
Without fetching a raised brow or even a second look!
So engulfing is the process of seeking it
Specially, the speculative ‘could be’ ‘should be’ portions
That the research drags on
And that’s how we miss the forest for the trees !
Thirsty and weary, the feet drags on
The spirit not having lost hope
Suddenly the most inviting sight beckons
With a glistening lake in my peripheral view.
I feel blood gushing through my every pore
From the tip of the head to the toe
Eureka! I jump in glee
As I hasten in incredible speed
Oh Alas ! A mirage !!
In place of, what I thought was an oasis!
In a quest for something, that never was
Oh the nuances of the mind and the heart !
That little something that wrenches your heart
When you hear a child wailing inconsolably in a doctors room
That little something that tears you apart
Seeing a penniless old man begging for alms
That little something that wants you to nurture happiness
In the lives of those dear to you
That little something that makes you put your children first
Ahead of any priority else
Such ‘that little somethings’ is pretty much
What defines and dominates Motherhood !
Oh how alluring is the possibility of knowing things
With a clear, lucid vision,
When its all laid out in black and white
And ambiguity is, but an evading state !
Yet between these shades of black and white
Lies the amazing colours and flavours of life.
The varied shades, in a constant ever-changing fashion
Adds mystery and magic, fear and awe
Thus paints a picture, the most fascinating one, ever !
Akin to the ever changing skies, be it dusk or dawn,
Taking myriad forms as elements intervene,
Watch the shades in our life transform,
With our every single breath & every heartbeat!
How so wonderful
Would it be
To simply lose oneself
From the nuances of the future
Or that of the past
And simply soak in a trancelike joy,
Where nothing else matters
As we enjoy the roller coaster ride,
Like a passenger on the clouds,
Left with an experience of this lifetime !
Lets take the time
To feel the magic
Soak in its pure and complete bliss
And let it simply take our breath away !
“Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone else feels”
I read this somewhere recently and it struck a chord. My expressions on this emotion : PAIN
I look up into a night , devoid of stars
I am overcome with an urge to reach out to the void
Sheer space sans definition of any kind
Could sometimes be a solace to an aching heart
That wants to feel no pain, no hate, no love
Just sheer plain ‘nothing’!
That crouching agony
Those sleepless nights
A soulless living
When death seems inviting than life!
The undying scars
The lessons you never wished to be taught,
The impermanence of feelings that glares on your face
The negativity that follows you like a trail !
The insignificance of the being called you
The slow yet sure tempering of the ego in you!
You came alone
And so shall you leave
Its worth to build some grace
And find your peace !
Today is apparently World Heart Day! My thoughts here drift simply to its symbolic representation in today’s world and absolute adoration for the soul who coined the heart logo. Think about it, its not just a complex organ even a realistic representation would require some artistic skills. So, this Jack (of hearts) who came along, inspired perhaps by a betel leaf and coined a heart logo, totally holds my awe and adoration right now, for the sheer simplicity in representation ! Now moving on from here –
Billions of hearts around
In a biological sense indeed
Yet isn’t it the beauty in it
That we incessantly seek?
“Oh man, have a heart, listen to how I feel !”
“He hath no heart, for he hears not, to the rhythms of my beat!”
These are usual verses we hear
When we eavesdrop into hearts’ territory!
Beautiful are those
That withstands (metaphorically) the sands of time
And not wither away
By circumstances and deeds
Nesting bountiful spaces
Of love, compassion and empathy!
Hearts steeled up with ego
Quoted with pride
Hardened by rough weather and bitter pasts
Grope in darkness
Yearning to see day light !
The stellar kinds are those
That pursue kindness as breath itself
And touch peoples lives’ with its random acts,
Through selfless service and humble gestures,
They shine like the brightest star
With undiminishing charm !
What has come, will happen to pass
So a lingering hatred in the heart
Is a definite faux pas !
Come on man,
Give a piece of your heart not mind !
‘Yeh Dil Maange More’ guarantees no peace
Try ‘Yeh Dil Dhenge more’ and ring in bliss, joy & eternal harmony!
The thing about impermanence of beings and events, is that there are times it gets difficult to go with certain changing tides. And yet, as we know, to live gracefully is to accept the truth and to accept is, at times, to let go. Why then does the heart with a childish fetish clings on to fantasies, desires and dreams?
Like parched earth, yearning for rains
A longing heart, for love
A dog, for his master
An infant, for his mothers bosom
Like a falling petal in thin air
Whisked away by the wind
Even before it kisses mother earth
Anything can be taken away
Why so much fancies and whims?
A pregnant woman’s suspense
Lasts only nine months
But the mind’s crazy cravings
Comes with no expiry timings!
When the mind oscillates like a pendulum
With desires and disappointments
When you can barely hold on to your breath
And focus on what is on hand
That’s when reason fails, though the heart clings.
Then the mind plays and replays
A million times a pretty picture within
Only to wake up at times and see, it possibly can never be
Yet the inward eye closes and shuts to reality
It dwells again in that pretty picture
The prettiest that can be !